Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 20:05:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden
Subject: "My Father, My Son" 56th Installment
This is Chapter 56, a continuation of "My Father, My Son." All of the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply. All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive.
Send to: Tom Borden, tombor99@yahoo.com
My Father, My Son
Chapter 56
As Francisco stared at the woman and the young child, he suddenly knew he'd
been tricked. He felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Toby said, "It's alright, Francisco. I need to explain to you about my
family. I am one of those who believes that the pleasure of sex in all its
forms is something that was given to us by God. I always believed that we
should all enjoy it to the fullest without embarrassment or any feeling
that it should be hidden and considered dirty. Roselind here enjoys
watching me engaged in sex with men. Since I don't believe it is bad to do
what we enjoy, my son here is also allowed to take whatever pleasure he can
from it."
"But, Toby," said Francisco, "why couldn't you have told me this before you
invited me here? Did you ever think that I might not enjoy this kind of
thing?"
"Well, Francisco, I'm very attracted to you, and I feared you might not
come. I knew that other men I've had here suddenly realized they enjoyed
it like this. And I think you will too. Don't worry, you won't have to do
anything with Roselind. She just likes to lie at the foot of the bed and
watch while she fucks herself with a dildo. As far as little Chip is
concerned, sometimes he gets curious and joins in when he wants to. I
never do anything with him that he doesn't want to do. But I'm glad to
tell you that he has become very comfortable with this and now believes as
I do, that this is all perfectly natural. It gives us all extreme
pleasure, which is all that matters, and nobody gets hurt."
Roselind removed her nighty and stretched out at the foot of the bed, while
chip got out of his underwear and sat in a chair facing the bed. As Toby
began removing his clothes, he said, "Come on, Francisco, you'll enjoy it.
Take off your clothes and let me hang them up."
Francisco could hardly believe what was happening. As he slowly removed
his pants and his underwear, he watched Toby's sensuous and masculine
physique reveal itself as his clothes came off. Lying flat on the bed,
Francisco looked over at Chip, who was staring at him and wagging his
little soft penis around in a kind of circular motion. Toby reached into
the drawer of the bed table and took out an oversized dildo, which he
handed to Roselind. She began rubbing its head along the lips of her cunt
as she stared at Francisco's naked body.
Toby lay down along side of Francisco and began running his hands over his
body. "I love this rich, golden brown color of your skin, Francisco," said
Toby as he began to run his tongue over Francisco's sensuous arms and
wrists. Roselind now had the dildo sunken deep into her pussy and was
slowly fucking herself with it. Francisco began to admit to himself that
the sight of it while he lay there with Toby licking his skin was indeed
erotic. He had never been naked before with a raging hard-on in the
presence of a woman, especially a woman and her young son. As long as she
didn't touch him, he began to enjoy it. Looking over at Chip, he could see
that the boy's penis was hard, all three inches of it. The whole situation
had become so erotic to Francisco that he became almost ravenous in his
kisses and fondling of Toby's hard penis and balls.
Suddenly, Roselind gasped and began to moan slightly. Toby said, "There's
number one. She can cum eight or ten times sometimes while we're doing
this, can't you honey? She can do it that many times, especially if Chip
is sucking on one of her nipples, or Chip is standing next to the bed and
she's sucking on his little penis."
Roselind nodded and continued pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy.
Toby was now down between Francisco's legs, licking furiously around his
balls and up and down the underside of his hard penis. As Francisco
reached down and held onto Toby's shoulders, Chip came up to the bed and
leaned over and kissed his father's ass cheeks. Soon, Chip separated them
with his hands and ran his tongue down into his crack, where it appeared he
was licking his father's asshole. Roselind was in a position where she
could reach around behind Chip and pushed her finger into the boy's little
hole.
Toby lifted his head to look and said, "Chip's little asshole is still too
small for me to get my cock up there, but he loves to get finger fucked.
He keeps wanting me to try to cock fuck him like he sees me doing the grown
men, but I'm afraid of hurting him. Sometimes, I've walked in on him in
his room when he was fucking himself with one of those fat fountain pens.
That's about the thickest he can take so far."
As Toby took Francisco's entire penis into his mouth up to the hilt,
Francisco was fascinated with the sight of the boy's face buried in his
father's ass crack and gnawing away at his pucker. He knew that he was
very close to cumming and pushed Toby's head away. Just then came another
high pitched squawk from Roselind. It was her second orgasm. As Chip
backed off and sat cross-legged staring at Francisco's hard penis, which
was now dripping with several long strings of pre-cum, Tony pushed
Francisco's legs up against his chest and buried his own face in
Francisco's ass trench. After filling it with as much saliva as he could,
Tony backed out and mounted Francisco, plunging his gorged penis into his
hole. As he did so, Chip began sucking on one of Francisco's nipples.
Then came Roselind's third orgasm.
Francisco put his arms around Chip and felt an erotic surge coursing
through his body as he felt the boy's soft, white skin. He moved both
hands down and took Chip's firm little round ass cheeks in each hand. Then
he slipped his forefinger into Chip's warm, tight little asshole. Chip
pushed his hips back against Francisco's hand as though wanting him to go
deeper. Then suddenly, Chip took his lips off of Francisco's nipple and
planted them on Francisco's lips. Francisco could feel Chip's little
tongue pushing its way into his mouth and then slashing away at his own
tongue and teeth. To have Chip's tongue in his mouth and Toby's penis up
his ass was almost more that Francisco could bear. He began to moan and
suck on Chip's tongue and lips furiously as though he wished to suck all of
the boy's sweet little body into his own body.
Francisco could feel Toby's penis enlarging inside of his rectum and, as he
felt it throbbing violently, he could feel the warm flow of Tony's sperm
into his body. Just as Tony threw his head back, allowing his orgasm to
take over his body, there came a deep gutteral sound issuing from
Roselind's mouth as she tore into her fourth orgasm.
As Toby pulled out of Francisco's hole, Francisco said, "I've just been
lying here allowing all this to happen. I really want to take you on,
Toby. Let me fuck you now, okay?"
As Toby lay down flat on his back, he brought his legs up high, revealing a
large red hole, now wet with Chip's saliva. Getting on his haunches,
Francisco pushed his hard rod into Toby's ass. As he began humping, he was
aware that Rosalind's face was only inches from his own ass. In a way, he
hoped that his own asshole was visible to Rosalind. In made him hot to
think that this little boy's mother was looked so closely as his asshole.
Toby motioned for Chip to get on the bed and sit on his face so he could
eat out Chip's asshole while he was being fucked. As Francisco began
pumping harder and harder, the sight of Chip's ass cheeks pushing down on
his father's face drove him wild. He could see Toby's chin going up and
down indicating that he was sucking really hard on his son's asshole.
Very soon, Francisco began moaning as though he were coming close. Tony
moved his head up and away from his son's ass and said, "When you come,
Francisco, pull out and shoot onto my stomach and Chest. Chip just loves
to see guys shoot their sperm out of their penises."
Francisco was barely able to pull his penis out of Toby's hole when he
started throwing ribbons of thick white sperm onto Toby's chest. Chip's
eyes widened and watched each volley of sperm carefully. When Francisco
took hold of his penis and squeezed the last drop of cum out into Tony's
pubic hair, Chip bend down, with his little balls and penis now lying on
his father's face, and licked up every drop of Francisco's cum from his
father's torso and pubic hair.
As Roselind went into her fifth orgasm, both Toby and Francisco lay side by
side trying to catch their breath. Chip tried again to position himself
again so his ass was on his father's face, but Tony said, "Not now, Chip.
Daddy's got to catch his breath. Why don't you see if Francisco would like
to taste your little ass."
Chip moved himself and positioned his ass cheeks over Francisco's face.
This time, Francisco eagerly grabbed Chip's hips and pulled him down so his
face was buried in Chip's little ass crack. He licked frantically all
around the little pink pucker and was easily able to push his tongue
through a very relaxed hole into Chip's rectum. The smell of Chip's crotch
was sweet and erotic. And it was warm and moist.
Finally, Toby looked over at Roselind and Chip and said, "Okay you guys, I
think we're done for the night. Why don't you go on to bed now."
Chip jumped up and gave his father a kiss on the lips and ran from the
room. Roselind stood up, and Francisco could see cunt juices running down
her leg. She was still pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt and, as
she stood there she bent her knees and closed her eyes and came again, her
sixth.
After Roselind left, Toby said, "Well, she didn't make her record orgasms
this time. But six times is pretty good."
Francisco said, "That little boy of yours is really hot. Do you think
he'll still feel the same? I mean, do you think he'll still feel the same
about doing this with his parents when he grows up?"
"I think so," said Toby. "I did this with my own mom and pop since I was a
baby. And my pop and I were fucking each other all the way til he reached
sixty years old a couple of years ago. Then he had a stroke and is now in
a nursing home. I loved it as much when I grew up as I did when I was a
little kid. Sometimes when I visit him at the home, I let him suck me off.
It's about all he can do now. He's always trying to jerk himself off, but
he says he can never get his penis hard enough these days."
"You said you used to go to bed with Karl. Did he do this with your wife
and son, too."
"Well, I tried hard to get him to join us, but he never would. He always
said the idea never appealed to him, and he wouldn't do it. So before he
left for Texas, we just got together from time to time one on one. And
that was great."
Francisco found himself being glad and relieved that Karl had not done what
he had just done, but he didn't know why he was relieved. Finally sitting
up, he said, "Toby, it's pretty late. I'm going to have to get back to the
hotel. I can sleep late in the morning, but I want to get as much sleep as
I can because I have to be alive when I do those shows."
As Francisco dressed, he asked, "Can I get a taxi out in front of your
building?"
Toby said, "I'm going to put on some pants and I'll go down with you and
show you how to hail a taxi in this town. I hope we can get together again
before you leave New York."
As Francisco rode back to his hotel, his mind was full of mixed feelings.
In a way, he felt that he had just been involved in a really dirty
business. He felt a certain decadence that he'd never felt before. How
could a family be like that? No Latin family would ever allow themselves
to be so corrupt. No, 'corrupt' was not the right word. Everything a
family should be, this family was not. Having engaged in sex with such
abandon as he had with a man and his young pre-pubescent son, with the
boy's mother looking on, was indeed one of the most erotic experiences he'd
ever had. But the thought of a man including his nine-year-old son in his
sexual activities repulsed him. Of course, he had had a sexual romp in bed
with Michael and his son, Jeff. But somehow that was different. That
relationship between father and son had a beauty and a wholesomeness to it
that didn't exist in the Vaughn family. Besides, Jeff is an adult. It
wasn't just sex between him and his father. It was a relationship based on
pure love and caring for each other. Francisco felt confused. But he had
a feeling of relief that Karl, at least, had refused to engage himself in a
sexual way with that family. Karl had an out-of-control psychological
addiction to sex, but he did have his limits.
Later, as Francisco lay in bed alone in his hotel room, he thought about
Michael. His attraction to Michael had grown into a feeling of intense
love. After meeting Karl, he could see why there was so much love between
Karl and Michael. He thought about his great success as a Latin
entertainer, but there was a feeling of envy of Karl that pervaded his
thoughts, overshadowing his thoughts of success in show business. He felt
frustrated with jealousy. He loved Michael, and he wanted to believe that
Michael loved him, also. He began to fantasize about what would happen if
he made an all-out effort to compete with Karl for Michael's love. Michael
had told him more than once that he loved him. Surely, he wasn't lying!
Michael had told him on the phone that he would see to it they met again.
As Francisco slowly stroked his penis, he did so with thoughts in his mind
of love and caring for Michael. In a way, it was so much more sensual and
erotic this way than the wild sexual frenzy he felt earlier with the Vaughn
family. While he was with them, there was no feeling of love or caring for
any of them. The thought now came to him that sex in any form should grow
out of love, not out of pure lust. As he continued masturbating, he
thought to himself that he would somehow eventually take a place in
Michael's heart beyond anyone else's, including Karl.
That same evening, back in Texas, Caleb withdrew an extra large frozen
Tombstone pizza from the freezer. "These are my favorite pizzas, Steve,"
said Caleb. "You know, 'What do you want on your Tombstone?' You've seen
the ads. This one's just the ordinary cheese and pepperoni. Is that
okay?"
"Of course, Caleb. I've had so many drinks and have eaten so much of that
terrific caviar and crackers you laid out, I don't think I'll ever know
what I'm eating."
Caleb sliced the pizza and placed it on the coffee table. Steve sat on the
sofa, while Caleb sat on the floor cross-legged on the other side of the
table. As they ate, Steve looked at Caleb and smiled.
"Caleb," Steve said, "you've got a big string of cheese stuck to your
chin."
As Caleb reached up to wipe it away, Steve said, "No, let me, Caleb."
Steve rose up and went around the table and sat next to Caleb, bringing his
face close to Caleb's. Sticking out his tongue, Steve licked the cheese
off of Caleb's chin and then moved his lips up to Caleb's lips. They
kissed lightly, and then threw their arms around each other and kissed
deeply and passionately, as they lay back on the floor. There was only one
small slice of pizza left on the tray, but both had eaten enough, and
neither was interested in finishing it up. They lay on the floor for a
long time, kissing and looking into each other's eyes. There was no
mistaking. They each felt a passion for the other that was deeper than
they felt in a long time.
Caleb finally propped himself up one elbow and said, "Steve, you're going
to stay the night here, aren't you?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Caleb. I would love to," said Steve as he gave
Caleb a light kiss on the lips.
"Okay," said Caleb getting to his feet. "Let's get these dishes and
glasses cleaned up, and what's left of the pizza put in the refrigerator."
"I'm impressed, Caleb," said Steve. "First things first with you, I see.
You keep a very orderly house."
As Caleb put the glasses and dishes in the dishwasher, he said, "Steve, I
understand you'll be looking for employment. I'm not sure what sort of
work you're looking for, but I just handled the estate of a man who
recently died and left his business to his family. It's here in Goliad and
it's sort of a deli, but it's really a gourmet wine and cheese shop. The
family wants to sell it, and they want to get it sold fast. So I think
it'll go quite reasonably."
"You say a gourmet wine and cheese shop?"
"They have other gourmet foods, too, and an enormous stock of the best
wines you can buy, and they also sell gourmet imported cheeses. They must
carry a couple of hundred different kinds. It's a very popular place and
they even have regular customers come from as far away as Houston,
Galveston, and Corpus Christi. Would that be something you might be
interested in?"
"Well, Caleb, this may surprise you," said Steve, as he sat down at the
kitchen table, "but I've always fancied myself a bit of a gourmet myself.
And I know a great deal about wines. Yes, I would be interested in it
. . . very interested, in fact. But, of course, it really depends upon how
much they're asking."
"I'll take you over there to see the old lady. I think it'll be
reasonable. At any rate, I'll be able to steer you in the right direction
to get the best rate possible on financing it." Walking over to Steve and
putting his hands on either side of Steve's head, he said, "As you say,
Steve. First things first. Don't you think it might be time for
nighty-night?"
"I think it might be," said Steve as he got up and followed Caleb into the
bedroom.
Caleb threw back all the covers and the sheet from the bed, and said,
"Since you're my guest, Steve, I'm going to undress you and make sure those
nice clothes of yours are hung up neatly."
They stood in the middle of the room. As Caleb very carefully and
deliberately removed each item of Steve's clothing, he said, "Steve, you're
tensing up. Now relax."
Steve wanted everything to be perfect. That old feeling that he might not
measure up started creeping back. When he had looked at himself in the
full length mirror back in his room, he thought he looked pretty good. In
fact, he thought he looked younger than he was. He had always been told he
had a rather boyish face, notwithstanding the gray hair. As Caleb removed
Steve's shirt and began unbuckling his pants, Steve prayed that Caleb would
not be disappointed. When he had been in bed with Luke and Dan, the age
difference never entered his mind. But with Caleb, it was different. He
felt something for Caleb he had never felt before. He wanted Caleb to love
him, and love him forever. The thought that Caleb might be disappointed in
Steve's body or his love-making was awful. If he made a mistake, the most
beautiful thing that he could remember ever happening to him might blow up
in his face.
"I want you to like me, Caleb," said Steve, who regretted saying that the
minute he said it. What a stupid thing to say. Relax, he told himself.
Don't act so damned vulnerable. Nobody likes a quivering wimp.
When the last bit of clothing came off, Caleb ran his tongue down over
Steve's chest and nipples. Then down on his knees, Caleb swirled his
tongue through Steve's large bush of pubic hair, quickly taking his erect
penis into his mouth as he ran his hands lightly over Steve's legs.
"Let's lie down, Steve," said Caleb as he quickly removed his own clothes,
throwing them onto a chair. "Your body excites my senses, Steve. I got
only a glimpse of your whole body when we were together that one night at
the ranch. But to see it stretched out in all its beauty in front of me
now makes me want to tie you down so you'll never be out of my sight."
As Caleb took each of Steve's legs in his hands and ran his tongue over the
soft hair that covered them, Steve thought that he was living a dream that
was actually coming true. Caleb soon moved his head up and ravenously
kissed Steve's face and mouth. They had their naked bodies pressed
together. The feel of each other's bare skin against their own drove them
both into an erotic frenzy. They lay kissing and caressing every inch of
each other's body and licking off the strings of pre-cum that were oozing
from each other's penis.
Finally, Caleb looked into Steve's eyes as he ran his fingers lightly over
his features and said, "I know I shouldn't say this. I guess I should know
better. But I love you, Steve. I've wanted you in my arms from the moment
I met you back before you left. I've really never stopped thinking about
you. I remember you smiled at me that first time we met, and I couldn't go
to sleep that night thinking about you. I realize it's probably bad form
for a guy to lay himself open like this. You're suppose to maintain a
little aloofness and keep the other guy guessing. But I can't help it. I
have this terrible need to have you know how I feel."
Steve's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Caleb.
"Why the tears?" said Caleb as he tried to kiss them off of Steve's cheeks.
"I don't know, Caleb. Too complicated to explain. I'm just an emotional
wreck, I guess. All I can say, Caleb, is that I feel an enormous amount of
love for you, too. And to hear you say it . . . . I was just afraid you
wouldn't . . . ."
Caleb wrapped his arms around Steve and they lay there pressed together for
a long time, saying nothing. Finally, Steve said, "I want you inside of
me, Caleb. Please."
Caleb kissed Steve deeply and then rose up. Absorbing the sight of Steve's
outstretched body again, he lifted Steve's legs, kissing and licking them
as he did so. He ran his tongue down the back of one of Steve's legs until
it reached his crack. He ran his tongue deeply into the crack and lightly
over Steve's pucker. Then mounting Steve, he slipped his gorged penis into
his hole. As he supported himself on his arms, Steve turned his head and
sucked lightly on the soft hair of Caleb's strong forearm and wrist.
"Push really deep, Caleb. Go all the way. To have my love inside of me
like this is so wonderful."
Steve watched the intense concentration on Caleb's face as he was being
fucked. Caleb's straight brown hair was hanging down over his forehead and
Steve could see beads of sweat beginning to run down Caleb's face. Caleb's
chest hair was also glistening with droplets of sweat. Caleb began to slow
down, not wanting to cum so quickly. But Steve could feel Caleb's penis
begin to swell in his rectum and knew that Caleb wouldn't be able to hold
it for long.
"Go ahead, Caleb. Fill me up with your hot cream. I want to feel it
surging into me."
Caleb threw his head back turning it rapidly from side to side as he let
out a growling roar. As Steve felt Caleb's hips pounding against his, he
could feel the warmth of Caleb's cum as it flowed into him. "Don't pull
out yet, Caleb," cried Steve. "I want your cock to stay inside of me
forever."
Exhausted, Caleb collapsed onto Steve's body as he felt his penis begin to
wilt. Steve kissed Caleb's face and could taste the saltiness of his
sweat. Soon Caleb rolled over on his back and brought his legs up tight
against his chest as a signal to Steve that he wanted to be fucked by
Steve. Steve got up on his haunches and filled Caleb's ass crack and
asshole with saliva, slashing his tongue through the dense black hair that
filled it.
As Steve pushed his penis into Caleb's asshole, Caleb said, "Your body is
so erotic. To look up and watch your pectorals rippling as you fuck me in
and out is driving me crazy." Caleb looked down past his own pubic hair
and could see Steve's large rod going in and out of his ass like a piston.
Caleb's penis was now hard again. Suddenly, as Steve pushed in and out,
Caleb erupted again with another orgasm. As Steve watched the thick white
sperm spewing from Caleb's penis, he felt his own orgasm building.
Caleb said, "Steve I can feel your cock expanding. I know you're about to
come. Please pull out now and shoot it onto me. Pull up and shoot it onto
my face!"
Steve pulled out just as he felt his sperm coursing up the length of his
rod. Stream after stream shot out all over Caleb's face, with some into
his open mouth. The sight of Caleb with all that thick white cum on his
face brought on another orgasm for Steve. Caleb began scooping up Steve's
sperm from his face and licking it off of his fingers. As Steve watched
this, he wished that this moment would never end.
As they lay next to each other, each lightly caressing the other's thigh,
Steve said, "Dreams do come true. This has been a dream come true."
"Has been?" said Caleb. "Both of our dreams have come true. It doesn't
have to end like now. I may be premature in asking this. But if you do
buy and take over that shop I told you about here in Goliad, I'd love to
have you live here with me. We don't have to be 'partners.' You could
still be free to do what you want, if you wanted to. Please, Steve, think
about that. I would love to have you here with me."
Steve thought to himself that the dream was even more beautiful than he
thought. "Do you mean it, Caleb? Do you really mean that you would like
me to live here with you?"
"Of course I mean it. It isn't only your dream, Steve. It's mine, too."
"Would you want me here even before I decide on the buying the shop?"
"Yes, I would. We can go and pick up your car tomorrow, and then you could
go and get all your stuff at the ranch and move in here in the afternoon.
What do you say?"
"I'll do it. I'll do it, Caleb, my dearest love. I'll try never to
disappoint you."
"Steve, don't talk that way," said Caleb. "Did it look to you tonight that
I was disappointed in any way? You know, I could say the same thing. You
could have been very disappointed in me too. But I'm not going to think
like that, and I don't want you to think that way, either. Okay? I want
you to come and live with me, and if you want to come and live with me,
that in itself is our answer to each other."
"Okay, I won't think like that again. I love you, Caleb. I would like to
have us live as partners in love."
Caleb took Steve in his arms and said, "I want that, too, Steve. I love
you very much, but I was just afraid you might still want to be free while
you lived here."
"Now who's the one who is afraid?" said Steve with a chuckle.
"I know," said Caleb. "But let's neither of us be afraid of our feelings
from now on."
Caleb got up and went into the kitchen. "Let's have a little wine, shall
we?" said Caleb. "Just as a little celebration for the two of us."
They both went into the living room and sat across from each other, still
naked. Caleb said, "This is how we can spend our evenings. With no
clothes on. We can sip on our wine and admire each other until we can't
stand it any longer and then fly into bed together."
Steve got up and went over and sat next to Caleb on the sofa. He said,
"Caleb, I understand about you and your son, Noah. I know it's kind of a
relationship similar to that of Michael and his son, Jeff. And I want you
to know that's okay with me."
Caleb knew that that situation would have to be discussed sooner or later
and said, "You're right, Steve. But I don't want that to affect the two of
us."
"Well, that's what I want to tell you. Whenever you and Noah want to be
together, I understand. I'm going into this, fully understanding that.
And that's no problem for me."
Caleb said, "I don't want Noah's and my love for each other to be any kind
of a snag in our relationship, Steve. In fact, I'll tell you a little
secret out of school. Noah is very attracted to you also. Would you have
any objection sometime if the three of us got together?"
"Of course not, Caleb. I told you that I understood your situation
perfectly." Then, smiling, he looked at Caleb and said, "Is Noah really
attracted to me?" As Caleb nodded, Steve said, "Noah is a handsome kid.
It would be an experience I've never had before. But I think it would be
great. To be with both father and son! I know that Michael gets together
with Jeff from time to time, even though they both have partners of their
own. It's a good arrangement."
Finishing their wine, Caleb and Steve went on to bed again. This time,
both were very tired, and wrapped in each other's arms, they were soon
asleep.
After their visit to the ranch, Josiah and Brian went back to Austin since
Brian was required to spend several weeks that summer of hands-on
experience with livestock out on the University farms. Josiah, having
finished his first year at the University, gave a good deal of thought to
what he wanted to major in. He had taken a course in American Literature
during the second semester of his freshman year and found it a fascinating
world he never knew existed. He had never done any serious reading during
his years in foster care, but was now finding the world of great books to
be a whole new world of excitement to him. Melville's "Moby Dick" was his
favorite. And he had been told that it was one of the great American
novels. Furthermore, Josiah began to have dreams of being a college
professor some day and teaching courses in literature to other unsuspecting
students.
Josiah had written two papers for his class, each concerning one of the
novels the class had been assigned. The teacher had commented to him that
he had an unusual insight into these works. He wrote in his evaluation of
Josiah's work that he had an understanding and intuitiveness in regard to
the literary value of what he was reading that surpassed that of any of his
other students.
Brian felt enormous pride in Josiah. He knew of Josiah's beginnings and
his early life, and was amazed at what Josiah was becoming. Brian urged
Josiah to consider writing his own life story, or least begin to write it.
He told Josiah that he had no doubt it would be an inspiration to a lot of
people to have Josiah write about his beginnings as a foundling, the
torturous and empty life he suffered in a seemingly endless number of
foster homes, the kindness and love he found purely by chance at the Walker
Ranch, and the beginning of his education.
Josiah was at first amused by the idea of writing about his life, but one
evening he sat down at his computer and tried to think how to begin. Brian
was in another room when he suddenly heard a terrible crash coming from the
bedroom where they kept the computer. Brian ran in and found the desk lamb
and several books and notebooks lying on the floor where Josiah had thrown
them. Josiah was lying on the bed crying.
"My God, Josiah, what's the matter?" said Brian as he sat on the side of
the bed.
"I can't do it. I don't know why you asked me to," sobbed Josiah.
"You can't do what?"
"I can't write about myself. I hate what happened to me. I hate my
mother, who just left me under some bushes to die. Can you imagine doing
that to a baby? I hate her for that."
Brian lay down next to Josiah and took him into his arms. "Oh, Josiah, I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have asked you to write about it. It was a terrible
thing, and I shouldn't have asked you to think about what happened."
"No, Brian," said Josiah through his tears. "It's not really your fault.
I've just never thought about it until I sat down and tried to write about
it."
"Well, just try not to think about it anymore," said Brian as he pushed
Josiah's hair from his forehead and tried to kiss away the tears from
Josiah's cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Brian."
"It's okay to cry, Josiah," said Brian. "I've cried many times over the
pain I have felt in my own life. It's okay, Josiah. It's okay."
They lay for a long time on the bed with Brian caressing Josiah's head and
neck and gently rubbing his back. Soon, Josiah was asleep. Brian pulled
the spread up over Josiah, turned off the light, and tip-toed out.
The next afternoon, Caleb and Steve drove over to the Honda dealership to
pick up Steve's new car. Then Steve drove back to Caleb's apartment, where
Caleb parked his own car. From there, they drove in Steve's car back to
the ranch to pick up Steve's things. When they arrived, Tony and Clayton
ran out to meet them and to admire the shiny new car.
Jake came out of the barn and ambled over to see for himself. "When the
fuck did you get this, Steve?" drawled Jake. "This makes all our other
cars around here look like a bunch of fuckin' wrecks."
Steve and Caleb went into the house, where Caleb began helping Steve pack
up his things. When he heard his father's voice, Noah came into the room.
"What's going on?" he said.
"Hi, Noah," said Caleb, taking Noah in his arms and kissing him. "Steve is
going to come and live with me since it appears he might be working over
there in Goliad."
Noah said nothing and simply sat in a chair with no expression on his face.
Caleb could see that something was bothering Noah and knelt down beside the
chair and took Noah's hand. "Noah. Son. Does it bother you that Steve
will be living with me?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, come on, Noah. Tell me. What's wrong?" Caleb said gently.
Noah looked at his father and said, "Am I ever going to see you again?"
Caleb reached over and put his arms around his son and kissed him on the
cheek. "Noah, nothing's going to keep you and me apart. Nothing's going
to change. You and I can be together anytime we want to. You have Ricky,
Noah. But for me, living in that apartment all alone can get pretty
lonely. You can understand that, can't you?"
"I guess so," said Noah.
"I'll tell you what, Noah. I'll have you and Ricky over to my place one
night, and I'll fix dinner for the four of us. How would that be?"
Noah looked at his father with a faint smile and said, "Tombstone again,
I'll bet. Right?"
"Right!" said Caleb. "You read my mind!"
Steve said, "Noah, your dad cooks the best Tombstone Pizza I ever had, bar
none!"
"Okay, dad. That'll be great. I'll go tell Ricky," said Noah. Then
pausing at the door, he added, "I'm sorry dad. I understand. I really do.
See you later, Steve."
After Noah ran out, Steve said, "He is such a nice kid, Caleb. I just feel
I want to hug him. You are so lucky to have a son like that. I never had
any kids. I wonder if I would have stayed in the marriage if I had."
"It's very likely you would have, Steve," said Caleb. "But then again if
you'd had a wife like mine, you probably would have left if you could get
custody of your kids." Then after a moment of silence, Caleb said, "This
may seem like a strange thing to say, but in a way, we could consider Noah
as our son."
"Oh, I don't think so, Caleb. I'm very fond of Noah, and maybe in time he
might think of me as his Uncle Steve. But he'll always be your son."
When Steve was all packed up and ready to go, he told Caleb that he was
going to go and find Michael to tell him that he was moving. He found
Michael in his office. "Michael, I just wanted to tell you that I'm moving
in with Caleb over in Goliad. I'm all packed and ready to go. Caleb's
waiting for me in the car. Michael, I know what you did. You know,
inviting Caleb over to dinner that night and surprising me. I owe you one
for that. They don't come any better than you, Michael."
Michael got up and came around the desk to give Steve a big hug. "I'm
really very glad that you two are getting together. I'm glad for both of
you. Caleb is a dear old friend of mine, and I couldn't wish anything
better for him than to have you there with him. You're a super guy, Steve.
If I can ever do anything for you, you just have to pick up the phone.
Actually, I expect to see both you and Caleb back here on the ranch a lot.
You're both kind of part of the family, you know, especially with Noah
living here."
They hugged tightly for a long time. Then Michael reached down and took
hold of both of Steve's ass cheeks. "I hope you'll excuse me, Steve. I
just had to do that. I've been watching those two rounds orbs walking
around here enough. And now that you're leaving, I just thought I'd do
what I've been tempted to do ever since you came here."
Steve said with a laugh, "I'll excuse you, Michael, if you'll likewise
excuse me." Steve went one step further and pushed his hands down inside
of the back of Michael's pants and squeezed his bare cheeks. "I guess one
good squeeze deserves another, Michael," said Steve.
Then Michael said, "Well, I can't let you get away with that," as he thrust
his own hands down inside of Steve's pants.
As they walked out on the back verandah, Michael waved to Caleb and giving
Steve one last kiss, said, "You and Caleb be sure to come on back here
often. You hear? You're always welcome."
After Caleb and Steve drove away, Michael and Jeff spent the lunch hour
planning their sightseeing in San Antonio. They were all packed and would
be driving up to the city right after lunch. It was a hot day in late
June, and they decided to wear only shorts and t-shirts. After putting
their suitcases in the car, Michael walked over to the barn to find Jake
and tell him that he would be in charge of the place while they were gone.
He wasn't in the barn, so Michael walked over to Jake's room and knocked.
The door opened just a crack allowing Michael to see Jake with no shirt on.
Jake was not visible below the waist. "Oh, Jake, I thought you'd be
working in the barn. I just wanted to tell you that Jeff and I are off now
for San Antonio and that you'll be in charge.
"Oh sure," said Jake. "I jist was feelin' like shit today and had to lie
down fer awhile."
As Jake let the door slip open just a few more inches, Michael could see
Luke lying naked on Jake's bed. Michael said with a smile, "Well, Jake, I
hope you're feeling better now. A good fuck always gets us back on track,
doesn't it?"
Jake realized that Michael knew what was going on. "Aw shit, Michael. Ya
have to git it when ya can, ya know. I hope ya don't mind. This fucker
loves to fuck and I've been after him a long time fer a little piece of
that pretty ass of his. And the time was right, and so I done it."
"That's okay, Jake," said Michael as he reached in and squeezed one of
Jake's nipples. "I understand. You've got to get it when you can. I'll
see you late Sunday afternoon."
As they drove off, Michael said, "Well, Jeff, good old Jake's in his room
fucking with Luke. At first he didn't want me to know, but he realized I
could see what was going on. Poor Jake. Ever since Enrique moved out of
his room, Jake's been at kind of loose ends. But I never thought that he
and Luke would ever get it on. I always heard that Luke liked the younger
ones."
Jeff said, "Yeah, but we both know that Jake has a way about him. He's
able to charm just about anybody into his bed. Has he ever gotten you into
his bed, dad?"
"No, he hasn't. But when I was a kid, he and I used to go up there on the
knoll and jerk off together. His was the only really man-sized cock I ever
saw then, and I was fascinated to watch him shoot that huge load of his."
"I've never been with him, either," said Jeff. "You know, dad, Jake's
sixty-second birthday is coming up in August. Maybe we ought to take him
to bed with the two of us as a big birthday present for him. He'd love it,
and we'd be able to find out first-hand why everybody thinks he so great in
bed."
"Jeff, let's think about that one. Glad you thought of his birthday. That
might just be a great experience!"
Just before getting to Floresville, about half-way to San Antonio, Michael
said, "I'm going to pull in here at this rest stop. I have to pee really
bad. Look at all the semis parked here, Jeff. It's the middle of the day.
They should all be out on the road this time of day."
As Michael and Jeff entered the restroom, they found one young man standing
at the center one of three urinals. He was a slender and under-fed looking
person, who looked to be a teenager, dressed only in a pair of very short
shorts.
As they stood at the urinals on either side of him, the boy said, "Are you
guys truckers?"
"No, we're not," said Jeff.
"Well, I didn't think so. I haven't seen you around here before," said the
young man. "What are you doing here? This isn't your territory."
"Territory?" said Michael quizzically.
"Yeah, this is my territory. You'd better keep driving and find another
place. Them drivers out there are my customers. They come here for me,
and I don't want any strangers coming in and butting into my business."
"Wait a minute," said Jeff, as he zipped up. "You mean you're fucking all
these drivers?"
"No, stupid. It's MY ass they want. I take all the cocks they can give
me, and the money they pay me is mine. So I'd appreciate it if you guys
would clear out of here and don't nuzzle into my territory."
Michael asked, "What your name, son?"
"They call me Jumper," said the boy.
"What kind of a name is that," said Jeff.
"I got the name Jumper out here because they tell me I'm here to jump-start
their batteries for them when they need it. It started when one of the
drivers a while back told me to get on my back and show him my asshole so
he could jump-start his battery."
Jeff smiled and said, "Well that's the first time I've ever heard fucking a
guy referred to as jump-starting his battery."
"Well, Jeff," said Michael. "I guess that's trucker talk!"
Jeff and Michael looked at each other in amazement as they walked out.
Jeff said, "That kid is getting fucked by all these drivers. Can you beat
that!"
As they walked slowly back to their car, Jumper emerged from the restroom
and went directly to one of the trucks. The driver got out, and the two of
them walked around the back of the truck and climbed into it, leaving one
of the two back doors open. Michael and Jeff walked closer to the truck.
The driver and Jumper saw them coming, but paid no attention to them.
Michael said, "It must be the way we're dressed. The driver probably
thinks were also a couple of guys looking to get fucked by some rough
trade."
Jeff took Michael by the hand, and they walked right up to the truck door
and watched what was going on. Jumper had removed his shorts and was lying
on his back with his legs up in the air. The driver looked like he must
have been well over 250 pounds. When he removed his pants, and pulled up
his shirt, he was covered with black hair and revealed an enormous
uncircumcised cock and a pair of balls that seemed to hang down almost
half-way to his knees.
The driver was heard to say, "Now, ya little fucker, you better not have
anyone else's cum up yer little boy pussy this time. Ya promised I'd be
the first one this time. I don't like to stick my pecker into another
dude's cum. I like it nice and clean. I don't mind stickin' it into a
little shit up yer ass, but I don't wanna pull my cock out all covered with
another fucker's cum."
"Yer the first one this afternoon, Butch, I promise," squealed Jumper.
It looked to Michael and Jeff that Butch's penis was at least nine or ten
inches long, and thicker than any they had ever seen. Jeff said, "How is
that little skinny kid going to take that enormous pole. It'll go all the
way into his stomach."
Butch didn't seem to mind having Michael and Jeff watching, and had
overheard Jeff's remark. He said, "This little asshole has taken my prick
up his ass plenty of times. He's got a fuckin' cave inside of him with no
end to it."
Just then, Butch plunged his gorged penis into the boy and started pumping
furiously. "Ya like that, boy?" Butch growled. "Ya like yer little hot
pussy fucked?" The boy nodded his head eagerly. Suddenly Michael and Jeff
could see those enormous low hanging balls begin to pull up tight into
Butch's crotch. Then with a roar, Butch shot his load up Jumper's ass. In
a few minutes, he pulled his penis out and it was still dripping white cum.
It reminded Michael of when he used to watch their bull fucking the cows.
Sperm would still be running out of the bull's cock as he pulled out.
Butch then said, "Okay, git yer fuckin' ass outta here. Them other drivers
are waitin' their turn. I hope they enjoy sticking their fuckin' dicks
into my cum. Now git outta here!"
As the boy ran off to the next truck, Butch turned to Michael and Jeff and
said, "You fuckers are new around here, ain't ya? I'll be by here agin
tomorrow, and I'll try ya both out. I'll try yer pussies out fer size. I
like good tight ones. That kid's asshole has been fucked so many times,
it's like fuckin' a manhole. It's so loose, he ain't able to control
nothin'. One time when I was fuckin' him, he starter shitin'. And it was
that real wet shit, too. I pulled my cock out, and it was covered with
shit. I don't mind that so much as fuckin' in another dude's fuckin' cum.
Anyway, you be here tomorrow, and if yer a really good fuck, I'll give you
the five dollars instead of that other little pussy boy."
"Okay, see you later, Butch," said Michael as they walked back to the car,
not intending to ever return. "Jeff, that guy pays only $5.00! Regular
prostitutes can get sometimes over $200."
"Yeah, dad. But these little boys get fucked probably a couple of dozen
times a day, where a prostitute might get fucked only once, if she's lucky.
I'll say this, dad. Watching that guys oversized cock fucking that little
guy's ass really got me hard."
As they sat in the car, Jumper walked up to the window and said, "Are you
two guys still hangin' around here. I don't want you here. I don't like
competition when I'm working. Go and find your own rest stop."
Jeff and Michael looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Jeff turned
to the boy and said, "We're not any competition to you. We could be a
couple of customers."
"Oh, really?" the boy said, now changing his tone of voice.
"Yeah," said Jeff. "We're not a couple of queens, as you called us. We
just like to get our dicks sucked once in a while. Does it matter if we're
not truckers? I can see you like those big tough macho guys with the big
dicks."
"No, no. It don't matter. You want to fuck or get sucked?"
Looking over at his dad, Jeff said, "We're both hard as rocks and we're
aching to get our cocks sucked."
"Okay," said the boy. "But ya gotta give me five bucks each first."
Michael took ten dollars out of his pocket and handed it over.
As Jeff lay back on the seat and pulled his pants down, he said, "You can
take me first."
Still standing on the ground at the open door, the boy leaned over and
sucked Jeff's penis into his mouth. As the boy swirled his tongue over
Jeff's penis head and ran his lips down the full length of his penis, Jeff
could see a stream of cum running down the boy's leg from under his shorts.
Butch, he thought, must have left an enormous load inside that boy's gut.
Jumper knew what he was doing. It was a masterful blow job like Jeff had
rarely felt. As he stiffened up, the boy sucked harder and faster until
Jeff let it all explode in the boy's mouth. Jeff then got out of the car
and walked over to the driver's side so that his dad could lie on the seat
and let the boy suck him off. Michael was already worked up to a fever
pitch just watching his son being sucked off by this young boy. So almost
as soon as the boy took his penis in his mouth, Michael gave out a yelp,
signaling that his orgasm had started. The boy had not expected Michael to
cum so soon and gulped noisily as he swallowed Michael's cum.
The boy quickly pulled off and was headed in the direction of another
truck, neatly folding up his ten dollars and stuffing it in the pocket of
his shorts. Michael and Jeff wiped off their penises with a towel that
Michael always kept in the car for any such emergencies that should arise.
Soon, with pants pulled up and back on the highway, Michael and Jeff were
once again on their way.
"Jumper was a cute little guy, wasn't he," said Michael. "But it's a
damned shame."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, Jeff, I'm sure he gets some enjoyment getting fucked a dozen times a
day by a bunch of horny truck drivers. But what a life for a young lad
like that. God knows what kind of home he comes from. I'll bet he's
strictly out on his own. And I'll bet there isn't anyone anywhere who
gives a damn about him."
"Dad, you can't feel sorry for someone like that."
"I can," said Michael. "I can feel sorry for him. What's life worth,
really, if you have no one to love you? I've seen guys like Josiah and
Clayton, and even Brian. They never had anything. They're lives were once
empty and useless. They didn't ever know what it was like to have someone
really care for them. Now they have a home and someone who loves them and
cares for them. Just ask them what it was like. Yes, I do feel sorry for
Jumper. As I said, he's a cute kid and I'm sorry to see someone like that
waste his life away like this."
Jeff leaned his head lightly on his father's shoulder and said, "Don't get
yourself all worked up over this, dad. There's nothing you can do about
it. Remember, we're off on a holiday together and we're supposed to be
having a good time."
Smiling, Michael reached over and squeezed Jeff's bare thigh. "You're
right, Jeff. There's not much we can do about Jumper. We're almost there.
Now you be thinking about what we should do first when we get there, okay?"
Write me at:
Tom Borden
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